KEEP IT SOUTHERN

By BROCKHAMPTON

On TM

Released on November 18, 2022

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[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]

Critique sauce, critique harsh

Have a barber at my funeral, make sure my niggas cut right

Line-ups like they fresh for a flight

My whole life been glamorized

So dramatize my sexuality, but, baby, make it sanitized

Just to make the motherfuckers feel it, 'cause it's hammer-sized

Deeper in that 'Lanta night, we all felt them 'Bama skies

Move my niggas to Montana, only keep a landline

Holler if you feel me, this feel like the night that 'Pac died

Finna hire more niggas that look like us

And when thе ones that run your city turn against you, who do I trust?

I seen them lined up and loadеd, some of them boys even look like us

Man, I love my cup, double up, and I fuck my thugs, that's love (Merlyn)


[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya

I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya

Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control

My life, life, life, life

I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya

I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya

Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control

Your life, your life, your life, your life, your— (Merlyn)


[Verse 2: Merlyn Wood]

Fishing in Nazareth, tryna catch a bad bitch

Burning big bushes, but they never burn to ashes

Catch 'em with the baseline, bring 'em to my palace

Like how my mind sharper than a samurai tick

One hit of this make the sky redder than red

Ran for forty nights, float and sting like Cassius

Inside her thighs, that's aurora borealis

That's my mirror, mirror, missionary secondary

Sorry, baby, baby, know you lookin' for a hubby

But the blue faces only thing always entrust in

Yes, Lord, give it to me, yes, Lord, give it to me

God made melody so I could make money, money


[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

And I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya

I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya

Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control

My life, life, life, life

I wanna have it banging, keep it Southern for ya

I wanna hold it down and keep it coming for ya

Right, tell them motherfuckers they cannot control

Your life, your life, your life, your life, your—